Someone's responsible, and it's not me

You know you've done something right when your child is more responsible than you are. I'm not saying I'm an awesome mother. I'm just celebrating a small victory in the journey of parenthood.

Olivia had a doctor's appointment that kept her out of school in the morning. I was to return her after it was done.

The doctor actually gave her a slip to be out of school the entire day. I like hanging out with her, and I wistfully said, "Aww. I wish you could play with me all day."

I wasn't going to because she needs to be in school and learn stuff, but I was just saying. And to my surprise, the feeling wasn't mutual.

"Yeah, but we have Fun Fair this afternoon, and sometimes the fourth graders help set up," she reminded me.

Olivia drew this Fun Fair poster, too.

"Oh. Is that fun to do?" I asked.

"No," she said.

Now I'm curious. "So... you're just being responsible?"

"Yeah," she answered nonchalantly.

And this one.

It kind of blew me away. I told her I was very proud of her. I really am.

Gosh. How did we do that? And how can I be a little more of that?